'57 he had assumed each time that the call would not be. As on the day of the rally when he had uncomprehendingly heard himself introduced to the crowd, now his body stiffened in response to the sound of the name before his mind had accepted the full fact. Then he said, " All right," and swung himself on to the platform, and followed the man in. In the blacker, interior darkness, he followed close to his guide for a few paces. Under his tread he felt the unevenness of the worn boards, which creaked startlingly. Then they must have come to a corner, Mr. Munn thought, for to his left he could see narrow streaks of light apparently outlining a door, "Just walk through that door there," the guide com- manded, " and stand in the middle of the floor." "All right," Mr. Munn said, and walked to the door, fumbled at the wooden latch, and entered. A beam of light lay widening toward him, and he stood in its centre. It came from some kind of lantern with a reflector and a screen that threw the other half of the big room into darkness—to his eyes, pitch darkness. They are over there, he thought. He stood just inside the door, blinking against the light, " Come closer," a voice commanded. Mr. Munn tried to identify the voice, but could not. He took three slow steps forward, lifting his head a little so that the light would not fall directly in his eyes. The ceiling of the room was very high. He could make out the rafters above the lighted section. The room had probably been a granary. " Go to the table," the voice said. Mr. Munn went to the table, which stood some ten feet away from the lantern and directly in front of it. He touched his fingers to the table-top, and waited, On the table a book lay, a Bible, an ordinary kind of Bible with worn, imitation leather covers. He had seen many a Bible like that, many a one, lying on the table in the family room of a farmhouse, or on the mantelpiece beside a carved wood clock, probably, and a glass vase full of paper spills, and a spectacle case.